My name is Osi, and I am an orphan. My fifteenth birthday had just passed by 2 years ago, and all I can remember of that time, is death, and hatred. The only memory I have of back then are my parents, being brutally murdered, by our very own military. We were driving down a highway when we spotted them, almost one hundred military helicopters, making a horrible droning noise as they grew nearer. My father had told me that the troops were most likely on some sort of mission. I had believed him, until we saw the helicopters let loose thousands of rounds out of their mounted machine guns, and heavy missiles being launched.
Cars in front of us slowly were run off the road… and blown to bits, with all of those other families inside. I panicked and ducked below my mother's passenger seat, only to hear my father say, "It's alright _ they passed us by, we're fine!" Seconds later I hear 3 explosions from behind us, they turned around! I thought. I looked above the carseat to see a missile heading straight for us, and then I thought, that maybe this was the end. My father swerved the car to the right, avoiding direct impact, but the projectile exploded right next to the driver's seat, and I watched in horror as we were flung into the air by the blast and landed in a ditch near the end of the highway.
I woke up to see my parents' battered corpses, and that was all I could think about, until I saw the fire quickly spreading towards my car seat. The car was flipped on it's side, with me laying on my right side. It was only then that I felt the pain of the shattered glass in my arm, and side. It was raining, so it should put out the fire soon and I'll be free, but then I realised the doors on my side were crushed inward with no hope of being opened, I turned to my left and saw that they doors there were still intact. That was my only hope of survival now, what else would I do, call the military? I need to get out of here if I don't want to die, now.